Snowstorm+Riverclan

[!P.I.E!]

Name: Snowstorm
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Male
Desired Home: Riverclan
Desired Position: Warrior
Appearance:

Snow-flurry white with small tufts of fur on his ears, chin, jowls, and stomach make Snowstorm look longhaired from a distance; but once you get closer you him, you'll see that he really is just a shorthaired cat with a bit of "extra" fur. His eyes, are oddly mismatched: one is a crystalline shade of blue, and the other is a rich amber hue. His nose, ears, and eye "liner" are all a very pale shade of flesh, and his whiskers are the equally luminesce white pigment. Even his claws, sharp, strong, and thick, are pink in some parts; virtually clear. So, you could say, that the only aspect of Snowstorm that holds hue is his dazzling eyes. His fur, back on that subject, is smooth, silky, and close-lying to his body; this reveals his true stature. Lithe and agile, and a bit athletic, though not really muscular; yet not weak.

Personality:

Kind to most, even if a bit reserved at some point, and slightly depressed due to being made fun of about his sexuality. Snowstorm is a generally happy cat. He enjoys her line of duty in protecting and has dedicated his life to serving his Clan this way. Lighthearted and young, he is not afraid to weather through the elements and brave his fears; despite his small stature, of course. He will never approach an injured cat without its consent; in his mind, unless it is truly injured and has not come to see him, then they are not in need of help from him, as he puts it. His voice is a bit soft, yet not passive, and can be quite scornful when it wants to be; perhaps a kit was messing in the brambles or teasing a raccoon, and therefore gained a careless injury. He enjoys learning and spending time with the elders, kits, and apprentices alike... well, just about everyone.

History:

Moosepelt, it'll be fine. A smokey grey tom with bi-colored eyes encouraged the dark orange and white queen; apperantly, he was Moosepelt's mate. You could tell from the gentle licks he gave the queen that they were in love. The medicine cat shot in, her apprentice right behind her. The medicine cat helped the queen give birth, and soon, three healthy kits were suckling their mother.

"Oh, Lightheart, aren't they adorable!" Moosepelt more stated than asked the smokey grey tom. "Yes, they are. They really are." Three healthy kits lay in front of the pair, as they both thought of names. Lightheart put his tail gently on a pale grey tom kit, and said "What about Stormkit for this one?" Lightheart licked his mate when she nodded warmly, and love and care filled both their eyes. Moosepelt placed her tail gently on the next kit, a dark orange she-kit, and said "Firekit" and smiled as she took her tail to the next. "Snowkit!" The pair said in unison, and they stared at each other. The name slid out of their mouths at the same time, almost like StarClan themselves had said the name.

-- Snowkit was excited as ever when the day came that her and her siblings could finally venture out of their prison; the nursery. I'm gonna get there first! Snowkit squeaked as the three raced, well stumbled, to a leaf that had just fallen outside of the nursery a ways. Snowkit pounced, and mewed happily that he had gotten it first.

"Can we please go and visit the elders today? I'm sure they'll have a good story to tell us!" Stormkit mewed hopefully, the three kits all looking at their mother, Moosepelt, with pleading eyes. "Okay, but be sure to take some fresh-kill to them, too!" she called out as the kits were trotting away.

-- Snowkit and her siblings were finally six moons old, full of the elders stories, and ready to be apprentices. The three kits went to their leader, Sootstar, and got their apprentice names. Snowpaw, Stormpaw, and Firepaw were now going to get their mentors. Stormpaw was mentoured by Gorsetail -a moss colored she-cat with green eyes-, Firepaw by Sootstar -an orange tabby tom with yellow eyes-, and Snowpaw by Crowfeather -a dark grey tom with dark blue eyes-.

"Gosh, you're lucky Firepaw! Sootstar's mentouring you himself! All I get is grumpy Crowfeather!" Snowpaw told the dark orange apprentice, his sister. No other warriors were good for the occasion, so the Riverclan leader mentoured one of the apprentices himself. "Come on, Snowpaw, we're going hunting!" Snowpaw's dark grey mentour called for him. "Coming, Crowfeather!" He rolled his eyes and trotted toward him.

-- The three apprentices were now twelve moons old, and ready to become full-fledged warriors for their Clan. Stormpaw became Stormpelt, Firepaw became Fire-eyes, and Snowpaw became Snowstorm. Ashfur, the deputy asked Snowstorm, Fire-eyes, and Stormpelt to join him to go on a border patrol. They went, and they renewed the scent markers. Everything was fine, so they returned home.

After being warriors for several moons now, the trio was destined to get to mentour one of the four kits that were born six moons before. If one of them didn't get to mentour this time, there was a litter of two kits a moon behind this litter. Robinpaw was chosen to be mentoured by Ashfur, the deputy, now that he didn't have an apprentice anymore. Forestpaw was chosen to be mentoured by Crowfeather. Stormpelt and Snowstorm mentoured Stonepaw and Rivenpaw.

-- Ashfur was killed by a raiding ThunderClan patrol, after they left and when he was in the medicine cat's den. Snowstorm was mentouring another apprentice when it happened, Whitepaw. Sootstar bounded to the highrock, greif in her eyes. She announced that Ashfur had died and he needed to pick another deputy. Snowstorm. All his Clanmates called his name and congradulated her, but greif was still in their eyes, as well as Firewing's. Sootstar shook his head and jumped off of the highrock, not calling a deputy.

Snowstorm lives on as a warrior, not mentouring another apprentice yet. His brother, Stormpelt was thrown out of the Clan for seeing a ThunderClan she-cat, and that she-cat beared kits looking like him and her. He was still alive and well in ThunderClan, though, looking after his kits. Fire-eyes ran to WindClan, and she has yet to be found. Snowstorm remained loyal to Sootstar's reign, waiting for a new deputy to be chosen. It took him a while, be he has discovered his new sexuality, he is now happily living here queer and proud to say it.

Sample post:

Not needed

Family:

Sire: Lightheart((unknown))
Dam: Moosepelt((awall))
Siblings:
Stormpelt((Thunderclan, someone can make him))
Fire-eyes((Windclan, someone can make her))

Other:

WOOT fun fun fun